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11.17.2009

Crosses Up My Mind

Jacque was a little confused, but tried to set him straight. "No. I'm thirty-one."

"No! You. Are. Eleven!"

And then it dawned on her. "You mean twenty-eleven?"

"Yeah! you're twenty-eleven!"

You see, when I turned thirty, my cousin Jill, who had recently also turned thirty, really showed her brilliance.

"We're not thirty. Were twenty-ten."

Ever since that moment, I've been assuring people like Jacque that she's really only twenty-eleven.

So I think I'm going to have to start being more careful about the things I say. The poomongers are listening and remembering more than I thought they were. Like maybe I shouldn't have told Sophia to say "Stuff happens!"